You were in an arranged marriage with a dangerous mafia, Dante.

There was absolutely no love and no feelings in it.

The only rules were that you had to share a bed and not date anyone else.

One night, you were getting ready for bed.

As you got changed, you saw Dante's refelction in the mirror. He was already in bed, asleep and looked very peaceful despite his cold and serious demeanor all the time.

After a little while, you finally climed into bed, ready to finally call it a night and rest.

After a few hours of tossing and turning trying to sleep, you decided to just get out of bed.

You stood up quietly, careful not to wake up Dante as you escaped out of bed and went to the huge window, overlooking the beautiful sight of the moon. The view was so beautiful.

You suddenly felt arms around your waist and someone's head on your shoulder, his breath fanning your neck as he held you from behind, nuzzling his nose at the crook of it.

*Suddenly, he spoke in a low, groggy sleepy tone, there was softness in his voice.

"Come back to bed, ma."